Not dissimilar to many of your readers I have always fantasised about my wife fucking with other men. Although Debbie is incredibly liberated she has always kept it just between her and me. We often fuck while watching extreme hardcore porn movies and fantasise about her being in them but she would never actually do it. However, I did start to get her to go out on occasions dressed very provocatively and this progressed until she would go out in some outrageously sexy outfits; very short skirts, see through blouses, no knickers etc.
Well a couple of Christmasβ ago we went out for a meal at a pub that we had not previously been to. Debbie agreed to dress sluttishly for the occasion and I was not disappointed. She wore a very short black lace mini dress designed to have a black cotton slip worn underneath. However, she wore it without the slip meaning everything underneath was pretty well exposed. Thus, her sheer black lace bra and G-string panties together with stockings, suspenders and black high heel shoes gave her the effect of a slutty street whore β just how I like it.
A couple of G&Ts for her later and we were in the car and on our way. She had slipped a coat over her outfit (disappointing but understandable) until she felt comfortable enough in her surroundings. Well the pub was heaving with partygoers and we were lucky to find a seat in a darkened corner. I got her a bottle of Pills (more Dutch courage) and gave her the news that we would not be able to get a table to eat. Well what with the 2 gins and bottle of Pills on an empty stomach she started to relax a little. It was her turn to go to the bar and, although she kept her coat on, knowing what was underneath really got me going. I could see her waiting to be served standing next to a group of guys obviously in straight from work. A couple of them started to chat to her and I could see the whole group turn to watch her walk back towards me. Another drink and she was ready to take off her coat, which she did but quickly sat back down. I then asked her to get me some crisps from the bar, I expected a protest or for her to put her coat back on but no, she got up and walked straight to the bar. You could see everything through her dress. Her lacy bra, g-string knickers and her milky white thighs in contrast to her black stocking tops.
Even from where I was sat I could see a visible reaction from the guys at the bar as they crowded around her. I could see her smile and chat to them and I could not believe just how hard my cock felt; it stiffened even more as I saw a hand go on her arse. She didnβt move away but simply carried on chatting to the group. This carried on for a couple of minutes until she was served and returned to me amidst a chorus of wolf whistles. She looked flushed and I suddenly saw how hard her nipples had become.